The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 76. Orphanage 2

I walked down the corridor to the Orphanage Media Asih Foundation room to meet the caretaker, named Farida. Azzam told me the name of the caretaker of this house, it happened that he had previously also visited here in order to collect donations for the renovation of the home that has been ten years.

"Assalamu'alaikum"

Geck... Geck.. Geck...

I knocked twice, but no one came out. This room looked quiet, no one was sitting down. Finally, I tried to call once more in a voice that I was a little hardened, so that the people inside would hear it. Until finally a mother who was about 50 years old appeared from the direction of the back room.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," greeted him gently and kindly. "Oh, sorry Mom. It's been a long time waiting outside."

"Not really, Mom," I said with a smile.

"Let's sit down, please."

The woman directed me to sit in a maroon sofa, and then she sat down.

The mother seemed to let out a little sigh, as if she had just done a job.

"Oh, again we apologize mother. If you wait a little while outside," he said again, not feeling good. "A few days ago, the inhabitants of this parlor increased. There's a baby we found in front of the gate."

I frowned at the words of Farida's mother as well as feeling concerned and sympathy, it turns out there are still parents who want to waste the greatest reserves that God gave for her. Though I believe outside there are people who hope to be given a lot of children, the connector of their offspring. But there is no denying, there are also parents who apparently do not expect the presence of a child. Somehow, maybe there is a cause of moses that straddles the recklessness of the person. Actually, even so, not one bad path that he chose is to abandon his own baby. If there is a mother's instinct.

"It seems deliberately placed there," continued Mother Farida with a look of sadness.

"Astagfirullah, the baby's condition, how, ma'am?"

"Alhamdulillah healthy. Even though we were almost too late to find the poor baby, because his face and lips started turning blue from holding back the cold."

I heard the misfortune of the baby that Bu Farida told me made me feel full.

"Oh, yes. It seems to be getting late in our conversation. I'm sorry if I could tell who my mom is with?"

I stopped being sober. "Include me Dhanisa, Mom. Is mother Farida's mother?"

"Yes. I'm Farida's mother. Is there anything I can help you with, Mom?"

I smiled and pulled out a brown envelope from my bag.

"Our mother has a little sustenance, please accept" I said, grabbing Faridah's hand.

"Thank you, thank you very much. We receive this sustenance and may Allah open other doors of sustenance for the mother's family.

"Miin o Allah. And at the same time I came here to invite about twenty children of this home for my graduation ceremony, ma'am, incidentally I just finished aliyah school and also at the same time salvation for the transfer of our new house."

"Oah, it means I'm wrong this greeting well, I shouldn't have called Mom," said Ms. Farida. After knowing that I was young, a dozen years old. Next year I will be twenty years old. Huft, it didn't feel like time was passing so quickly, and time was so short.

"Ha-ha, it's okay, Mom. Hopefully I can also be a mother," I said smiling.

"Ammins. Means Mom, uh I mean her mom's still single huh?"

"No Ma'am. I've been married and have a husband."

"Oh, so. I don't think I've finished school yet, right?"

"Yes, Mom."

"From a long time, mending haste halal, yes son, "tease Bu Farida. "Let the two paths not be sinful but be rewarded. Far from mad."

I reply with a thin smile. Ms. Farida doesn't know how my life journey is until I get married young like this.

"Oh yes, Mom. Want to continue if the event insyaallah will be held tomorrow after tomorrow."

Farida's mother seemed to think a little. "Oh, that means Friday's fall yeah, son."

"Yes, Mom."

Not knowing why suddenly the thought led me back to Bu Farida's story of a baby boy being found lying in front of the orphanage's gate. I was very curious and moved to see the state of the tiny baby.

"Mom, may I at this time see the baby boy who said mother found in front of the gate of the parlour?"

"Can." Ms. Farida got up from her seat and went inside again.

Ms. Farida came out holding a small and adorable baby figure. Even he was new to the world, but he was already faced with a loss, an accident that he had to accept.

The baby appears to be sleeping in Ms Farida's lap with a baby blanket wrapped around her small, weak body.

I rubbed his cheeks that were still red. Her lips are so beautiful.

"It's if Nak Nisa wants to carry it." Ms. Farida handed the sleeping baby to me.

I accepted it awkwardly. Very afraid if you have to hold a baby that is still small like this. Understandably, I still have no experience of holding a baby that looks new for a few weeks.

"Who's this baby's name, ma'am?"

"Replace named this baby Arumi. Arumi Malaika Ulfa."

"What a great name." I allowed the blanket to pin Arumi's body.

I kissed Arumi's cheek, very fragrant.

"Then I'll stay a while, son. Want to confirm to the orphanage related to Nak Dhanisa's invitation for tomorrow's event. I'll take Arumi first, son."

Ms. Farida walked out of the room leaving me and Arumi in this room.

"It's like having a baby. Hm, what an adorable," I said muttering to myself.

Arumi seemed to squirm a little, and let out an indistinct whimper.

"Mom... Hustt's..." I wiggled her body while patting her gently so that Arumi fell asleep again. "Sleep again, baby."

"Geez you're here apparently! You know not from earlier I was looking for you, waiting for you in the car but not nongol-nongol!" ridho's voice was loud.

"Hust!"

"Your voice can be twisted in no way! You don't see this baby sleeping anymore! You don't know the situation!" growling slowly.

Ridho looked at the baby in my arms and came closer and sat down next to him.

"Whose baby?"

"The baby of this home. Poor he just became a victim of the savagery of his parents. That's Arumi. A beautiful baby girl was found lying alone in front of the gate of this orphanage. Poor thing," I explained to Ridho.

The usually chatty and annoying man seemed to just be silent while looking at the baby for a long time.

"You why dumbass? You must be pitying and pity, right? Just like me," I said.

Ridho stroked the baby's cheek. "He's a very sweet baby." Ridho smiled.

Arumi again wriggled a small whimpering voice began to faintly sound from her lips.

I tried to calm him down with a little bit of my ability to understand and calm the baby who was getting uncomfortable and whining.

"Here, let me try to carry her," Pinta Ridho.

Arumi had now changed hands to Ridho's lap. The man sitting next to me stood up and carried Arumi in his cradle. Ridho gently petted Arumi while stroking the delicate skin of his face.

Ridho. "Yet. Actually we have long wanted the presence of a baby in our midst."

"I thought you guys had kids. Are you and Mommy Rara also newly married?"

"Our marriage is four years old."

I nodded as if Ridho and Rara had been married for a long time. I guess they just got married. It turns out my guess was wrong.

"Maybe it's not enough sustenance. You who patiently wait for the sustenance to be present."

Arumi fell asleep again in her sleep.

"How are you?"

"not yet. We have not had children. If I can be honest, I'm actually getting married at 25 years old, because I think I'm that age I feel able to build a household. But in my target a little off the mark, I haven't had time to finish my school eh I'm married first."

"Keep that getting married your school stopped?" ask Ridho.

"No. I'm still in school. It's three days ago I just finished my high school. And now I'm getting ready for my college entrance test."

Ridho again sat down next to me and gave Arumi again for me to carry.

The man seemed to be breathing heavily. "You want to know my story?" Ridho looked at me with a serious face. It seems as serious as he wants to tell his life.

"Me and Rara. We liked each other from the beginning of college and when I established myself to come and propose to Rara, her parents rejected me outright. The reason is that I have not finished my education, and have not earned income. I tried many times to convince them with my persistence in finding a job while in college as well. Until that night Rara came to my house and asked me to take her away and get married. Since my mind was already in a state of turmoil, I agreed to Rara's request. But failing that, Rara's parents knew our intentions. In short, Rara in front of me and her parents said that they would end their lives if our relationship was not approved. Finally with a heavy heart Rara's parents agreed to Rara's wishes and married me. But my relationship with my mother-in-law has not improved until now. Including my parents with Rara's parents," at length Ridho tells of the bitter journey of life through which to get the blessing of the in-laws.

Hearing the stories and complaints, a little more taught me to always be grateful for the life path that God gave although not according to my plan but not the plan of God is more beautiful.

In my life God presents a sholeh and good husband like Azzam. That's one thing I need to be grateful for, then Azzam's parents accepted me well. Although they know how my attitude and temperament have been. Then, we were still able to knit a harmonious relationship between my parents and Azzam's parents. Truly family is a gift and encouragement in living every life.

"Duh, I'm sorry, I'm staying here." Ms. Farida sat down with us again. His eyes were trailing towards Ridho who was sitting next to me as well. "Lho, is this her husband, son?"

I'm cleansing. "No, Ma. He's Ridho, my neighbor."

"Bu introduce me Ridho."

"Oh yes, Son of Ridho. I'm Farida's caretaker of the parlour here."

"This mom I hand Arumi again, she was a bit whining but was asleep again," I said looking at Arumi's face.

Ms. Farida grabbed Arumi's body. "Maybe he's hungry."

"Hm, Mum. Then we'll say yes."

"Lastily so. Don't wanna play with the orphanage kids first."

I looked at Ridho. He came in angry because he was waiting for me for so long. I don't think it's time I played with the orphanage yet. I'd better take some free time to come here again. But not with this guy. But with my husband.

"Next time, ma'am. I wish I could bring you back here."

Ridho and I were ready to walk out leaving Bu Farida and Arumi in the room where they received Panti Media Asih guests.

On the way out of the net gate my eyes accidentally saw a boy about 6 years old was having trouble taking his ball toy which was stuck between the guardrails of the home.

I feel sorry to try to approach him.

"Why you?" I asked while squatting.

"My ball-management game stuck a aunt in there." He pointed at a ball made of plastic, about the size of a futsal ball on a wire fence. This place has not been all in the concrete fence, it appears only partially in cement.

"Let me help you."

It seems that it is difficult for me to reach the ball that rolls out the fence. I slowly stretched my hand out and managed to grab it. I carefully pulled my hand while the other hand held the iron wire so as not to scratch my hand.

The wind seemed to blow quite hard, flying the leaves around including branches and branches of trees above us.

"This ball. You keep playing."

The boy exclaimed in excitement, and ran back and forth with his friends.

The tip of my hijab was shaking when in the wind. I stood up and saw the children next to the courtyard of the parlour were joking.

"Awass!!"

BRAKKK

A weathered wooden branch fell down next to me. I was shocked and still shocked at the moment. Ridho managed to bring my body away from that tree. As a result the branch didn't manage to hit me.

Our bodies at this moment, fell down simultaneously on the ground.

Ridho's hand still clutched my body. Aware of that, I tried to get rid of him and what I did was enough to shock Ridho.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Ridho is awake.

"Aren't you papa, Dhanisa?" ask Ridho.

"No! I'm not papa" I said while cleaning dirty clothes.

"Thankfully."

I quickly stood up and kept my distance from Ridho.

"Well, we're home now!"

"Kok home. Let's go to the HP counter first!" ridho Persatik.

"Yes, it's hunted!"

I walked first leaving him behind. Behind Ridho tried to chase after me while breathing in.

I realized that he who was walking next to me was watching me. I don't know what he saw.

"Why are you?" tanyaku.

"That's your headscarf a little dirty" she told him.

I rubbed my hijab to clean up the dirt that Ridho meant.

"not there. Let me help you here."

Ridho's hand started down the part of my head, cleaning the part of my hijab that looked dirty by him.

Ridho looked a little singed smile though faintly. While I'm a little awkward. I shouldn't have let Ridho do that.

"You must be lying! You modusan?"

Ridho. "What mode?" pissed Ridho.

"Who, if the intention is clean, his face must be ordinary. It's an indistinct smile."

"Come, Ge-Er!"

"the hunt! I don't want to deal with you for long." I walked quickly leaving Ridho towards the car.